Secrets begin with moments of sin but i rarely feel guilty… questions deceive, the subtext reveals where this is going…? words are nothing to the moment unfolding…
and then it comes just over the shoulder that strange rush from cover to cover and when it comes it feels like a lover that strange rush is taking me over
pleasures reside in places to hide but i barely feel guilty moments away from making the play the curtain falling motionless, i see the way it’s goingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
